dear her,
while our fusion was unexpected I hope to meet you and feel like me again. my nostalgia mixed with a selfish intent would go perfectly well with your wide-eyed mind, your little fingers and your big hope of saving the world one day. I wish I could tell you I told you so but the world doesn't seem to let me tell you anything since the world has drowned you to make me. they made me and you made yourself. not very fair is it? next time I think of writing you ill think of something more joyful or a joke that can't simply make me laugh but only make me wonder why a dinosaur moving around to a stupid song can make me so visually joyful.
Ps: if joy boy really existed do you think I could be happy for an eternal length of time and most importantly would that be healthy, isn't sadness and emptiness an important part of my personal growth
mybulorne
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